Surgery--Again

I once got an infected tooth that put me in the hospital most of a week. The doc said I would have expired, had I waited another day to come in.

Don't talk to me about beef tongue. My mouth starts to water just thinking about it. When Deb shows up, I'm sure that she will make some disparaging remark about tongue. Disparage away, bunny. I like what I like. On the other hand, I wouldn't go near borscht. My mother told me that at a very early age I made it clear that I didn't like beets.

I saw the throat doc today. My left vocal cord is paralyzed. It might be a result of the radiation I had about ten years ago (no big deal). Or it could be something new (possible big deal). I gotta have a CAT scan.

I've got hospital appointments scheduled into mid-April. This body maintenance sucks.

Good luck..

Tongue. Gross!

Had the cat scan?

Tongue is quite good if prepared properly. If you had it placed in front of you and didn't know what it was, you'd maybe form an instant love for it.

Soon you'd be going to your butcher and pleading for more!

(I may be exaggerating a bit...
..or not)

The CAT scan isn't scheduled until April 11.

Speaking of gross, I'm remembering a time when I had dinner with a certain bunny. She ordered a whole fish, which stared at me during the entire meal.

Aside from grossness, how's by you?

Was the eye clear or foggy?

Hi gang, I just got the results of my CAT scan. They think my throat cancer is back. I'm scheduled for a biopsy next week.

I'm teary-eyed. Enough is enough.

Nothing I write here will make this better. Just wanted you to be aware, you do have a group of folks here rooting for you. Grab that NYC and Bronx spirit and step forward into victory.

oh no.

hoping it's not... 🤞

Enough is enough.
🤞

Oh! No. Bugger!

Treatment??

Oh good bloody goddam.

Enough already.

I am so sorry to hear that.

How dare it?

Oh crap, fingers and toes crossed.

You guys are the best. Thanks for the support. It means a lot.

Little Winston was here earlier this evening. I hugged him so hard I think I may have squooged his breath away. Fortunately, he recovered.

His presence helped. So did Joe's.

Take it easy, you must feel a bit like Odysseus, it's just one bloody thing after another.

Hope you see dog again soon.

How are you doing.

I'm hanging in. I'm an old hand at this kind of crap. It doesn't necessarily make it easier. But at least I know what to expect emotionally.

Winston and Joe will be here again next Friday. The little fuzz-bucket helped. I sometimes make cards for the owners of the pets that visit me. Here's one I made from Winston to Joe:

If a rabbit can lay an Easter egg,
So can I.
There's just one problem.
I'm a guy.

Everything is going to be fine...
All the very best.